Bad Guy: 2p!America x Reader

Chapter 5

It wasn't the morning light that woke you the next morning, but your phone ringing. By your standards, it isn't even morning at 4:00 am. It was just a later stage of night. Groggily, you blindly felt around for your phone and answered it.
"What?" you snapped to the person on the other line. You were beyond pissed off at having to wake up this early on a Saturday.
"Ma'am, this it the city's police department. You were Mr. Jones's emergency contact," a man with a deep, authoritive voice said.
"Who?"
"Mr. Alfred. F. Jones. He said to call you. He's in custody..." the man continued telling the story of what happened. It went of deaf ears though. You hurried around and grabbed your clothes, shoes, and purse. You ran out of your building and down to the police station. A tired looking women lead you down to his cell, where Al sat with a drunken grin plastered on his face.
"What the hell, Alfred! Why are you in here?!" You yelled at him.
"He's was stumbling around town drunk out of his mind," the woman answered for him. "He resisted arrest. He's being charged for underage drinking."
"Is he on bail?" You asked.
"Yes, for $500."
You sighed. Looking at Alfred and back to the police women. "Do you have an ATM?"

The department was kind enough to drive the two of you back to your place. You let Al lean on you all the way up the elevator and in your apartment. You dropped him on the couch. He reeked so badly of alcohol that you thought you were getting second-hand buzzed from the smell.
"Thanks, Shortstop," he slurred. "I owe you one."
"Actually, you owe me $500, but we'll talk about that later. Go to sleep now."
As you turned to go to your bedroom, he caught your wrist. "Will you hold me?"
"No. Only when your sober, and you're far from it now," you replied. You pulled on your wrist, but he held too tight. "Please, let go of me, Al."
He grinned. "Why would I do that?" he hiccuped. He jerked your wrist and pulled you onto him. "I think we've gotten too close."
"W-what do you mean?" you stuttered. You hadn't seen him like this before. You hoped it was just a joke.
"I'll show you what I mean," he said, his red eyes shining.
He brushed away your hair and his tongue licked up your neck, flicking a little at your ear lobes. It was a strange feeling, having his tongue glide up your skin. You let out an involuntary moan, and wriggled out of his loosened grasp. He rolled onto his side and faced you. "I know you liked that, Doll."
You shook you head and ran into your room, locking the door. You crawled into your bed and tried to forget about everything that just happened. It didn't work. You finally fell asleep, afraid for your well being.
You rewoke at noon and shakily walked out of your room. You were surprised, though relieved, to find that Alfred was gone. Only a poorly written note was left in his place. You picked it up and began to read:
'Dear ______,
I'm sorry. I want to tell you a hundred things that would hopefully make you understand what I did earlier. It was stupid. I was am stupid. If you still want to know then you can stop by later. I don't blame you if you don't. I don't blame you if you never want to speak to me again. I should go. I'm sorry.
-Alfred'
You were afraid to see him. He was probably sober now though. You decided to hear him out, but on your terms. You grabbed some things you may need and headed over to Al's. You knocked on the door of 50C, and waited. He opened the door without saying anything and you silently walked inside.
It was a wreck. Well, more of a wreck than usual. It looked like he had fought with somebody. Plates were broken, his table was flipped, his bedroom door was off its hinges, and there was a hole in the drywall. He closed the door and walked behind you.
"______," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything that I did."
"You licked my neck, Alfred. And said that I was too close." you reminded him. "That was all. Given, it was still pretty scary."
"Do you want an explanation?"
You nodded. "But only on my terms, Alfred."
"What're your terms?" he asked.
You pulled a gun, rope and his note out of your bag. He looked confused and began to ask something, but you cut him off.
"My terms are this: 1. You will only speak when I ask you to explain. 2. I'm tying you up so you can't touch me. 3. If you get out of hand, I will shoot you. It's loaded," you picked up the gun and fired at the wall, the bullet leaving a clean hole. "And 4. You're going to read your note for me. I wanna hear you say it. Got it?"
"Yes." He smirked. "Y'know, this would be a lot more fun in the bedroom..."
You took the recently fired gun and pressed against his cheek. He screamed bloody murder, but let you tie his hands behind his back and his feet together. He sat back on the couch and swore at the pain. You opened his note. "Read it."
He reread his note, pausing when he couldn't see the words due to your shaking hand that held it. He sounded like he meant what he had wrote, but there was something in his voice that didn't sound sincere. You began to interrogate Alfred.
"Why did you say we were too close?"
He closed his eyes, thinking about the question. "Shortstop, I...no one's been this friendly to me before, okay? It feels different not to be feared for once. I-I thought I was letting my guard down. You do all this shit for me and I'm not used to it. For fuck's sake you paid $500 to bail me out of jail because I was caught drinking!"
"Why were you drinking, Al?" you questioned.
"I don't know. I guess it started when you said people didn't get to know me the way you do. It made me feel weak and I wanted to do something bad."
"So, you got drunk and set out to do something bad?"
He nodded. "I wanted to beat up a guy or go flirt with women or something..."
"Why did you lick me, Alfred?" you asked, trying to get through this before he stopped talking.
He froze. His eyes roamed over the room, remembering the event. "I was drunk-"
"But you knew who I was. Now seriously answer the question," you cut him off, gripping your gun.
"I told you I wanted to do something bad. You're my Something Bad. You got close to me and I wanted to remind you what I was capable of...." Al trailed off.
"I figured you would've kissed me to show that...." you muttered.
"How would a kiss show that?" he asked, obviously hearing you. You pulled out the gun and he shut up. You weren't planning on telling him that you had used your only bullet proving it was loaded.
"That's not the point. Why is this place such a wreck?"
"I got a bit ticked off, okay? Counting to ten doesn't really work for me...." he replied. "It's just easier to break things and get all the anger and pain out at once. It's more effective for me when I....get upset..."
"Look, Al, I saw you cry," You said suddenly. "Don't get all defensive, just tell me why."
He didn't say anything for a while. "I'd rather you shoot me than admit that I cried."
You frowned, knowing you reached the end of your charade of being tough cop. You untied him and put away your things. It was nearly 2:00. You sat beside of Alfred, feeling exhausted.
You were half tempted to sleep. The warm smell of leather from his bomber jacket was strangely soothing. You leaned against him, resting into the fur collar. He shifted uncomfortably and tensed up.
"Is something wrong?" you asked. He shook his head, staring into space. You sat back up. "I suppose I should leave-"
"Why a kiss?"
You cocked your head to the side. "What're you talking about?"
"You said that you thought a kiss would show you what I was capable of. Why a kiss?" Alfred explained.
"Well, it would seem more normal to kiss rather than lick...I guess..." you answered, blushing.
"It's a lot easier to steal a kiss. Besides, kissing shows care and possible love..." Al said. "God knows there's none of that in me."
You stood up and gathered your things. You nearly walked out his door when he called you back. As you turned around, he swiftly tilted your head up to his and planted a small kiss on your lips.
"See?" Alfred smirked, licking his lips. "It's easy."